Title: Boy-Who-Lived: Father-To-Be

Author: SweetMercy

Rating: M

Warnings: mpreg, slash, has naughty swear words!

Pairings: RL/HP but has references to others.

Summery: One day in the summer after Harry's 6th year, an article appears in the paper that turns his world upside down. Knowing that most of what was said in the article was true, Harry fears seeing his friends and the rest of the Order. But, just like everything else, life has to go on, and Harry returns to school to face the music.

SPOILER/WARNING/IMPORTANT: OMG! You guys read the book? OMG! I'm still getting over it! This is to just warn you/inform you (depending on if you have read the book) that I'm going to be trying to put pieces of book 6 into this fic. Obviously, the person who died in the book ISN'T dead in here, and the person who killed him...well, didn't. And Remus ISN'T going out with the person who he started to with in the book...and the student Death Eater ISN'T one in here...well, not yet anyway. The new teacher in book 6 ISN'T going to be in here. You will notice bigger things from book 6 as the fic progresses, like the Horcruxes, which I will bring into this eventually. Also, the whole thing with Snape...obviously, like I said, he didn't do what he did in the book...but I have an idea I may use (only small) but I need to have confirmation that you guys have all read the book before I write that in, so please tell me in your lovely reviews.

Chapter 7: Draco

"Ok," said Harry, and he resumed his pacing once more. "Yet again, only a couple more days passed. I still had detention with Snape and he was treating me like a piece of shit. I was so annoyed with Snape that my grades in other classes started to fall. You guys, no offence, were all loved up with each other and it was driving me crazy. Anyway, we'd just finished Quidditch practice and I stayed back to sort the game plan out when Draco Malfoy walked into the changing rooms."

"Oh Harry you didn't!" gasped Hermione.

"I did."

FLASHBACK

Practice had gone well. Harry, as he was the team captain, had had them trying out all of their new moves and they had been throwing and catching, chasing and dodging the Quaffle, Bludgers, and Snitch for the passed 3 hours in order to better their performances. The Gryffindor Vs Slytherin match was almost upon on them and emotions within the two houses were running high. Gryffindor were the current cup holders, thanks to the excellent performances from Ginny and Ron the previous year.

Ron was still keeper and, thankfully, was a lot better than he had been when he had first joined last year. The new Beaters were Jimmy Peakes and Ritchie Coote. Katie, Ginny, and the other new Chaser, Demelza Robins, were perfect. They had already pleased Harry by winning the first match of the season and Harry hoped for an even better performance this time.

The others had headed back up to the castle, but Harry had stayed behind, needing to sort the game plan out.

He tapped his wand on the board and watched as his drawings came to life. The drawing of Ginny passed the Quaffle to Katie who was flying just below her, who threw it back up to Demelza, who scored. Smiling to himself, he pushed the board to the side and headed for the showers.

He pulled off his muddy Quidditch robes and threw them on the pile on the floor as he kicked off his boots. With another flick of his wand he turned on the shower and finished getting undressed before stepping under the hot jet of water.

He still had his homework to do and another detention to serve with Snape. Thankfully, it was his last one, but Harry was sure that he had spent way too much time around the Potions Master to last him a life time. If he never saw the man again it would be too soon.

He sighed as he reached for the shampoo. Not even the pleasant jet of warm water could sooth his nerves; he had way too much to worry about. His grades were falling, he was loosing out on his sleep, and he had to spend another dreadful evening cleaning the dungeons.

Maybe he should try meditation again? He smiled at the thought. He still couldn't believe that had happened.

He ducked his head back under the shower and rinsed away the shampoo, feeling it cascade down his body. Yup, he decided, a little relaxation was just what he needed. He couldn't seem to go one day without getting wound up about something or other.

"My, my, what a pretty sight," came a voice and Harry hastened to grab a towel and wrap it around his waist.

It was Malfoy. He stood, arms folded, leaning against the lockers, his eyes fixed on Harry, a smirk playing on his pointed face.

"What do you want Malfoy?" Harry asked, shutting off the shower.

"Nothing much," he drawled. "I just felt like I should come down here and wish you good luck in the match tomorrow."

"How very nice of you," spat Harry.

"Isn't it?" he smiled. "'Cause mark my words Potter, you're gonna need luck if you want to come even close to beating us."

"Is that so?" Harry glared at him.

"We have a much better line up this year Potter," he smirked. "There's no way you could even hope to win. That cup is ours."

"You keep telling yourself that," said Harry, stepping out of the shower. He looked at Malfoy who was still leaning on his locker.

"Are you gonna move?" he said.

"Why should I?" asked Malfoy with a smile.

"So I can get dressed, you idiot," said Harry acidly. Malfoy was really trying his patience.

"You seem really tense Potter," said Malfoy, a glint in his eye that Harry didn't like. "You need to loosen up."

"Fuck off Malfoy," he spat, "I'm not in the mood."

He stood still as Malfoy smirked at him and wandered over to the giant board that Harry had left out. Malfoy's eyes followed the players around the board and Harry felt his anger grow.

He picked his wand up from the bench behind him and cleared the board.

"Don't get any ideas Malfoy," he said, moving to open his locker.

"Why would I need to steal Gryffindor game plans?" he smiled.

Harry pulled his clothes out of his locker and dropped them on to the bench that now stood between himself and Malfoy.

"Why are you here?" Harry asked again.

"Do I need a reason?" asked Malfoy, a glint in his eye that Harry didn't like.

Harry ignored him and snatched up his shirt, turning his back on Malfoy. He was just about to throw it on when he felt fingers on his back. He jumped and turned around.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Harry spat, glaring at the boy in front of him.

"What do I think I'm doing?" said Malfoy, "You're the one who sleeps with teachers."

Harry's heart stopped. He could feel the colour being drained from his face. He tried to keep his expression impassive but he knew from the gleeful look that Malfoy was giving him that his eyes were giving him away.

"It's against the rules who know," smiled Malfoy. "You'd be expelled and poor Lupin would loose his job."

"I don't know what you're talking about," said Harry, but he could hear the slight shake in his own voice.

"Really?" said Malfoy. "So I didn't hear…noises…coming from his room?"

Harry stared.

"And I didn't see you come out looking…utterly fucked?"

"You're imagining things Malfoy," said Harry, "Professor Lupin was showing me something to…"

"I bet he was," Malfoy interrupted.

"Something to do with class," finished Harry, knowing it was a lost cause. "Why would I sleep with a teacher?" he added.

"I don't know. Why would I imagine things?"

There was a nasty silence. Harry continued to glare daggers at Malfoy, who still had that annoying glint in his cold eyes.

"I'm not going to tell anyone Potter, don't worry," he said in a bored voice, although he was still smiling at Harry.

"There's nothing to tell anyway," said Harry.

"Or rather, I'm not going to tell anyone," he said, ignoring Harry, "if you let me…fuck you." He smiled hungrily.

"What?" Harry was staring at him as if he couldn't believe his eyes. He was sure he had just heard wrong. It was impossible to think that he had heard correctly.

"You heard," said Malfoy, his eyes now looking Harry up and down; Harry's grip on the towel tightened.

"Do I look like some kind of whore to you?" Harry demanded, cringing inside as he thought of Sirius and Remus.

"Well," drawled Malfoy, "that's debatable. Just how many others have you been with?"

"I'm not going to lie down for you Malfoy," Harry said, his anger boiling.

"That's ok," he answered, "you can bend over."

"Get out!" Harry yelled. He couldn't believe what he was hearing! It was blackmail!

"Make me," snarled Malfoy.

Harry glared at him. How Malfoy even had the cheek to ask…! It was unthinkable! It was disgusting!

But even as these thoughts whirled around Harry's head, he couldn't help but acknowledge the fact that he had indeed thought about it at times. Yeah, he had never even wanted to act on it, and all these tainted thoughts were pushed right to the back of his head…but he needed a release. There was no denying that…

You're just making excuses, Harry scolded himself. You don't want to do this!

But it might be fun, said another voice, you might like it. And you could do with a good fuck right now…to make you feel better…

How could sleeping with Draco Malfoy make anyone feel any better?

Just give it a go…

No!

He'll tell everyone about you and Remus…

No one would believe him!

But it's a serious allegation. They'll take it seriously. And besides, you can't pretend you haven't thought about it…

But this is reality! Harry reminded himself.

Oh go on! Live a little! You're the 'Chosen One' after all; when does the Chosen One get to be a little rebellious?

A little? He's the enemy!

Go on Potter…just this once…

Before Harry could think of a retort, before he could make his mind see sense, he had reached over and pulled Malfoy into a fierce kiss. It was hungry and uncomfortable and was filled with need. The next thing he knew, Malfoy had him pressed up against the lockers and Harry legs were fighting to wrap themselves around that thin waist. The friction was amazing as Malfoy pressed against Harry even more, and Harry couldn't stop a moan escaping his parted, busy lips. He leaned in to Malfoy's rough touch, his hands tangled in that smooth blonde hair, the towel now completely forgotten…

END FLASHBACK

"That was blackmail Harry!" gasped Hermione, "Why the hell did you let him do it!"

"Because I wanted to," said Harry. "I know it was possibly the worst thing I could have done, but at the time I really wanted it."

"But…Malfoy," said Ron quietly, "Of all the people to…? Why…him?"

"Because he was there and he was offering," muttered Harry.

"You should have told someone!" said Hermione. "You shouldn't have let him threaten you like that! Especially something that serious! You know, that could actually be considered rape!"

"I didn't say 'no' did I?" said Harry. "I didn't back out or try to get away! At the time, I wanted it. That's all there is to say."

"I can't believe you Harry," she said, shaking her head. "I just can't believe that you would let Malfoy…let him…! It's wrong Harry!"

"Well he didn't tell anyone about Remus and I did he?" demanded Harry.

"So that's why you did it? You let him force you into submitting to him so he wouldn't tell…"

"Haven't you been listening Hermione? I. Wanted. It. Yes, I deeply regret it now, but I wasn't thinking about the future! I was in the moment and I wanted it! Deal with it!"

"But…"

"Hermione, drop it!"

Silence. Hermione continued to look at him disbelievingly, whilst Harry avoided her eyes. The memory of what had happened dropped into Harry like a stone dropped into a pond, sending ripples of shame throughout his body. Ron, however, seemed to be thinking of something to say to break the unpleasant silence.

"He said he heard you and Lupin?" he asked finally. "How did he manage that? You were in his rooms. To hear you he must have been in Lupin's office. What was he doing in there without permission?"

Harry shook his head. "I dunno. Maybe he needed to talk to him about class or something…and he entered when there was no answer. Does it really matter?"

He stood up and walked over to the large window. The street lamps had flickered into life, creating an eerie glow in the veil of mist that had settled outside. Harry sighed.

"I know I've done a lot of stupid things," he said, sitting down on the sofa across from his bed, "and I know a lot of those stupid things have been complete mistakes. I'm not perfect. I'm far from it in fact. But can't you just accept this and move on? I have."

Ron nodded, although it looked like as though it was against his better judgment, and Hermione followed suit.

"There's a war going on," said Harry, looking back at the mist outside in the street below, "and here we are, arguing about my stupid mistakes."

"You're right Harry," said Hermione with a sigh, although this time she seemed to mean it. "I'm sorry. I just couldn't believe you would…but it's in the past now right?"

She smiled and Harry gratefully returned the gesture.

"So," said Ron, "Sirius, Lupin, and Malfoy. You said there were four?"

"Yeah," said Harry. "Yeah, there was. The last one didn't really come about as something as a shock. It was just…friends getting to friendly."

He turned away from the mist and stretched his legs out on the sofa, his hand resting on his large belly.

"It was a week later," Harry began, "and we'd just won the Gryffindor Vs Slytherin match. As you know, loads of Gryffindor's had managed to smuggle up quite a lot of drinks from the kitchen."

"With a little help from Dobby and Kreacher," muttered Hermione. Harry ignored her.

"We were all celebrating the win and having a good time," continued Harry. "Well, quite a few of us had a bit too much to drink, and we got carried away…"

"Understatement," declared Hermione, obviously remembering how Neville had tried to chat up the table.

"Anyway," said Harry, "Dean and I got a bit too friendly that night."

Please read the warning/important thing at the beginning if you have read book 6, and can you please tell me if you have read it? If not, don't worry, I won't place big spoilers in, but there are small things...like the members of the Quidditch team for instance.

Sorry that chapter was a bit short...still trying to get my head round book 6...there are SO many theories!